And in death's hour, that both be there,
To help me on the way!
Jesus, in agony thou didst cry
With piercing voice, O Father, why
Hast thou forsaken me?
To me, O Lord, be ever nigh,
Lest, tempted in death’s struggle, I
Perchance should vanquish’d be!
Jesu, thy burning thirst they think
To mock, by giving thee to drink
What might inflame thy pain;
Can I forget that bitter draught,
Which for my sins my Saviour quaff’d,
Nor fleshly lusts restrain?
Jesu, Redeemer, all the price
Of Adam’s sin, thy Sacrifice
Hath more than fully paid;
Thy law into my heart instil,
So be thy precepts and thy will
By force of love obey’d!
Jesu, thy Soul, ere freed its bands,
Thou gavest to thy Father’s hands,
The dark sun mourn’d its loss;
Let me, too, at my hour of death,
With joy yield up to thee my breath,
Redeem’d by thy dear Cross!
Vouchsafe to listen, Saviour dear;
Directing Spirit, be thou near,
Thou art my God, my all!
Pray for us, Mary, Mother sweet,
Mothen' most kind, thy Son entreat,
Ever refresh our weary feet,
That seek His homeward call!
Decade V.
Jesu, because of all our guilt
Thy guiltless Blood to death is spilt.
Our pardon thus to win;
Oh, by thy Blood to save me shed,
May I not by the flesh be led,
To die the death of sin!
Jesu, what time was pierced thy Side,
There issued forth a twofold tide
Of love without alloy;
The Saviour’s fountains open fly,
And, guilty, shall not we apply
To draw its streams with joy?
Jesu, thy Passion’s bitter smart
Pierced like a sword thy Mother’s heart,
As Simeon prophesied;
My heart so fasten to the Cross,
